Back then, you spent the days walking around in your basement remembering the ways you used to laugh and you spent hours looking at your favorite photographs. But now you can't, because you hate the past. And that's not all right. And no, you're not doing just fine.

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Well, today I realized I hate the past. After 3 years, now I realize. It's getting worse now though. It's as though I'm trying to block everything out. It's like if I pretend it never happened, if I try to forget, maybe one day those memories will no longer be there.

However, it doesn't work that way, does it? No matter how many days, months, seasons or years go by, there will always seem to be that one memory that stands out much stronger than the rest. That memory which your heart wants to forget the most always seem to be the one thing it remembers for the rest of your life.

I can't forget all that I've went through. God knows I've tried...

My conscience was asking me this question throughout the whole morning : Is it worth the hurt?
For me it is. It will always be.

I will learn and I will come out stronger than I ever was before.

So yes, it's all worth the hurt.